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Chapter 5

Roger tried to claim the shotgun seat as soon as they had exited James's house. It took James all of half a second to grab his shoulder. "Now Roger we have a guest. Don't you think she should have first pick on seats? " With that he began to turn toward Lucca, who was standing to his right with a confused expression on her face

"Shotgun seat?" Her tone making it obvious that she had no idea what they were talking about.

"During the last years of the wagons and carriages people were worried about bandit attacks and such so they would have a man armed with a shotgun sit next to the driver as a defense. These men also shot animals for food. Anyway people started calling the seat next to the driver the shotgun seat and some people carry the tradition onto cars today", James replied.

"I don't really see what difference where I sit makes." Lucca answers.

"Fine, Roge you can have shotgun." James stops to open the driver rear door for Lucca "There you go."

Lucca thanked him as she sat down and James walked over to the other side of the car to get in. Once he was in he glanced over at her to see if she had buckled in. She hadn't so he explained how to buckle in. Once she was done she asked what the seatbelts were for.

"It's to protect us if there is a accident and believe me with Scott's driving we need all the help we can get. Hey Roge turn on the radio will you?"

The first two stations were on commercials and the third was playing Brittany Spears so with his traditional "Hell no" response to her music, Scott turned on the CD player. The Evanescence song Fallen began playing as they pulled out of the driveway.

A few minutes later Roger had fallen asleep and the fourth song came on and James began singing along so softly that Lucca could barely hear him and Scott couldn't hear him at all.

I'm so tired of being here Suppressed by all my childish fears and if

you have to leave, I wish that you would just leave Cuz' you're

presence still lingers here, and it won't leave me alone these wounds

won't seem to heal, This pain is just too real There's just too much that time cannot erase

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears When you screamed I'd fight away all of your fears

And I've held your hand through all of these years But you still have all of me

You used to captivate me by your resonating light

But now I'm' bound by the life you left behind Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams

Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me

I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone

And though you're still with me I've been alone all along

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears When you screamed I'd fight away all of your fears

And I've held your hand through all of these years But you still have... all of me...

The trip continued peacefully, and around 45 minutes and a near wreck because Scott decided to race a guy who was going 85 in a 65 M.P.H. zone later, the group reached Crossroads slightly shaken but not much worse for wear, except for Roger, who had slept through the whole thing. "And he says my driving would be dangerous." James mutters as he slides out of the car. "Roge we're here" he adds as he taps on Roger's head in order to wake him up.

Author's notes

1: I think that it's fairly obvious that Roge is a nickname for Roger

2: Scott's car is a red 2001 Ford Escort in case anyone is interested.

3: Next chapter our intrepid heroes face the horror known as clothes shopping. After that they relax and introduce Lucca to the wonder known as the video arcade. And I'm still mulling over some ideas for what happens after that..